I am a fortune teller, and my ancestors' teachings do not count.
Not counting ghosts, not counting dying people, not counting pregnant women.
But one day, a woman came into my door.
The ghost in the Zhenyin bell entered the house, but I told her fortune, breaking all three ancestral precepts.
Even my father cut his tongue because of this and vowed never to touch abacus beads again.
In order to survive, I made calculations with people and heaven, and finally discovered the true secret of Yan Tian's lineage.
If you don't count people, you don't count heaven; if you count yourself, you don't count your soul.
